God's Gift and Your Horrible ChoicesA Poem by IsaneriI grew Gods gift to us Inside my womb I trusted you But you wore a costume Something to mask Your need to consume To look at- Beautiful women’s bodies.
I have- This vulnerability This new body God has given me It is marked and scarred and marred And now we are three it took all of me To show you my body- Throughout the way.
And- I could not foresee What you would inevitably do to me You trashed the trust that I had given thee It meant nothing to you For me to be unhappy
And everyday I think about Those dreary days Where you would rather Look at beautiful women May I say This perpetual prison --This sadness Is of your own doing © 2024 IsaneriAuthor's Note
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